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Lamar Odom Accuses his Ex of Holding his Social Media Hostage
Lamar Odom’s breakup with Sabrina Parr is getting messy.
It is almost two months since the basketball player and his fiancée, Sabrina Parr, split ways by calling off their year-long engagement, only to get back together a week later. The reconciliation didn’t last, however, with Sabrina lashing out on Instagram that no one can be trusted except for God. While the initial breakup was met with kind words from the personal trainer who said of Lamar, “I love him dearly but I am no longer able to be by his side while he seeks the help he so desperately needs,” it appears that things have since turned sour.
The LA Lakers champion has accused his ex of holding hostage his social media accounts. “I’ve been working hard to build my brand and a new team,” Lamar wrote on the ‘gram alongside a video in which he preaches self-love. “Unfortunately my social media platforms are being held hostage by my ex and we are working hard to recover my passwords for IG and Twitter. If any of y’all know someone who can get it reset for me hit my brand managers DM ASAP.”
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Many have questioned why the 41-year-old has not attempted to reset his password the old-fashioned way unless Sabrina has access to his email too. She has since responded to the claims, calling them disappointing. “We both know the truth and I can assure you no truth is being told on their end,” Sabrina wrote on her IG Story.
This is not the first troubled relationship in Lamar’s life. His 4-year marriage to Khloé Kardashian was riddled with drug and alcohol abuse and cheating, with the athlete revealing in his 2019 memoir that he is a sex addict.
Gucci Mane – Still Remember Lyrics (feat. Pooh Shiesty)
[Gucci Mane:]
[?]
Thirty, you a motherf*ckin’ fool, nigga
Nah, nah, nah, nah
I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was lying
Stood on my ten and I did my time
I done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguise
They runs at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartments
Copped the Martel with some pennies
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings
Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit it
We still got evicted
Coat was so raggedy it was embarrassing
It was impairing, I’m blaming my parents
Rode on Mac leans before the McLaren
The hammer starin’ all down, Mane a terrorist
Did it myself, ain’t no blemish on my rep
You can come see for yourself
Watch where you step
Mumblin’ under your breath
I hold a grudge to the death
Cop by myself, I don’t need nobody help
I blaze you up like I’m chef
Shoot to the M, I shoot a hundred like whip
You keep a 30 like Steph, you better duck
Mask on my face like I’m Rip
Cash cover me like a quilt
I come equipped, blue tips inside of my clip
You’ll think my gun was a Crip
Drive by, walk by, bicycle, motorcycle
Killers pulling up in all kinds
14, 15, 12 years old
Young niggas slangin’ 99’s
Young nigga stacking it proud
Trapping it loud, he threw a stack in the crowd
I say they jackin’ my style
Crackin’ a smile but I ain’t sold crack in a while
I got a biblical past, digital dash
Scale with a digital dial
Really put dope in a vial
Here working the towel, I put that shit on the Bible
Servin’ my cuz outta town, they said I was devilish
‘Cause I wouldn’t go to revival
Gucci Mane talk of the town
Now when I touch down, I’m selling a brick on arrival
I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was lying
Stood on my ten and I did my time
I done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguise
They runs at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartments
Copped the Martel with some pennies
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings
Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit it
We still got evicted
[Pooh Shiesty:]
Remember them days I was stuck in the creek
I had somewhere to sleep, but I didn’t have a bed
Jumped off the porch, I wasn’t going for shit
Had to tackle the block just to get me some bread
I was the man of the house, had to figure shit out here
Time pause went to the feds
Had the dude found no clip, I was bustin’ that bitch
I was constantly puttin’ one in the head
Now we got choppas with lasers and beams
We three seven five one oh seventeen
Wop came and got me, this shit ain’t no dream
Big shots stay in Gucci like Shaq and Kareem
I got up and took it couldn’t wait on no blessings
Shakin’ them dice tryin’ to roll me a seven
They threw the police on me at eleven
I been ‘causing hell, quick to send you heaven
Couldn’t wait to wop, punch you out ’cause I’m ready
Might rob a rapper right after a session
Give me them keys and they watchin’ they necklace
I need them Cuban links and them baguettes
Ain’t no more postin’ on IG and flexin’
I’m the one rappin’ but steady be steppin’
I’m comin’ late in your dream like I’m Freddy
How you gon’ run from an automatic weapon?
[Gucci Mane:]
I had to laugh, it kept me from crying
Said it was all good, but I was lying
Stood on my ten and I did my time
I done seen all these niggas switch sides
I know what’s up with these guys, they hate in disguise
They runs at an all time high
Just by the watches I buy and the juice that I fly
Like I’m up, like I’m stuck in the sky
I came up robbin’, starvin’, Sun Valley apartments
Copped the Martel with some pennies
Handled my business, I swear that I hustle relentless
Bipolar from all of the killings
Dope I was whipping, mom tried to whip me
She gave me a 50 for Christmas, I flipped it
Still can’t forget it
Wearin’ my brother’s clothes I couldn’t fit it
We still got evicted
It’s Gucci
f*ck ’em
2020
Princess Nokia – Sugar Honey Iced Tea (S.H.I.T.) Lyrics
[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely
[Verse 1]
You must have time on your hands
‘Cause all the time you been hatin’
I know you’re mad that I’m famous
I know you’re mad that I made it
When all the time you been hatin’
You could’ve turned into something
Sometimes it works out for people
Sometimes it really just doesn’t
Don’t do this shit to be famous
I do this shit ’cause I love it
I shot an arrow said “Fuck it”
I took a chance, came from nothing
You have to go for it, want it
You have to rise up above it
If you go on expecting
Well girl I think that you’re buggin’
How you want what I have?
You ain’t workin’ yourself
That toxic energy shit
Ain’t really good for your health
I think you need better goals
‘Cause oh my God you seem lost
You talkin’ shit ’bout my music
But what the fuck have you dropped?
Now what the fuck have you done?
Accolades, you have none
Your lazy ways get you none
I’ll go and pray for you hun
[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely
[Verse 2]
I’m on the train throwing soup
The racist men making threats
I’m not gangster but I can tell you I love to throw hands on racists, bigots and scum
I don’t like drama, it’s dumb
I don’t be fightin’ no women
I don’t be totin no guns
I hate domestic abusers
In fact they all make me sick
This dude poured wine on my friend
I punched straight in his shit
I got a real code of honor
That I take seriously
If Colin Kap was a woman then I’d be dead on one knee
My revolution is soulful
I’m healing kids with my hands
I’m talkin’ loving my people
Not fighting bitches for brands
I got no hate in my heart
I think it’s funny I rap
I did not bang in these streets
And I did not trap in the trap
[Chorus]
Sugar honey iced tea
These bitches don’t like me
These bitches wanna fight me
And doin’ shit just to spite me
I see them talking on the IG
Think you jealous maybe high key
I got the juice I got the high seat
Do I care? Unlikely
Nicki Minaj – Suge (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: Nicki Minaj & DaBaby]
I had to do it (Pooh, you a fool for this one)
Ha (Hm, hm)
Oh Lord, Jetson made another one (Rrrh, oo)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1: Nicki Minaj]
Drug lord, Griselda
I used to move weight through delta
So stay in your place ’cause I
Don’t wanna put you in a shelter
I’m cooking up in the kitchen
You could be my little helper
Go to the table and ask ’em
Do they want the flat or the seltzer?
I go where I want I’m good
My niggas’ll get them goods
So come off the chain and come off the watch
You gotta respect the jux
Queen sleazy era
And they never see me ever
‘Cause I send my shooters and they introduce us
As soon as I pull the lever (Brr)
I say “Choke me,” he do it
Every time that we do it
Nigga packing like Hewlett
I told him “damn nigga, you lit”
On that D going stupid
Got my ass-shots from Cupid
You could just ask Ken
He be like “Hadouken!” (Rrrh)
[Chorus: Dababy]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
The first nigga play, I’ma body a nigga (Ha)
I just checked my balance
I’ll probably pull up to your hood
And come buy me a nigga (No cap)
You know that your ho told you that nigga crazy
Don’t think that she lied to you, nigga (Bitch)
Get caught with your ho when I’m poppin’ ’em both
Now they high just like Bobby and Whitney (Haa)
Say I’m the goat, act like I don’t know
But fuck it, I’m obviously winnin’
Don’t make me go hit the bank and take out a hundred
To show you our pockets are different (Ha)
I’m out with your bitch and I only want knowledge
She got a lil’ mileage, I’m chillin’ (Uh, uh)
You disrespect me and I’ll beat your ass up
All in front of your partners and children (Ahh, ahh)
I’m the type to let a nigga think that I’m broke
Until I pop out with a million (I pop)
Take 20K and put that on your head
And make one of your partners come kill you (Yeah)
Say he fuckin’ with me then he gotta grow up
‘Cause this nigga gotta be kiddin’ (Kiddin’)
This shit, it can’t fit in my pocket
I got it, like I hit the lottery, nigga (Hot, hot, hot)
Opp, I slap the shit out of niggas
No talkin’, I don’t like to argue with niggas (I don’t)
Ain’t gon’ be no more laughin’
You see me whip out guns
I’m gon’ be done shot me a nigga (No cap)
I don’t follow no bitches on IG
But all of your bitches, they follow a nigga (Ha)
And that lil’ nigga ain’t gon’ shoot shit with that gun
He just pull it out in his pictures (Bitch, uh)
[Chorus: DaBaby]
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Hah, pack in the mail, it’s gone (Uh)
She like how I smell, cologne (Yeah)
I just signed a deal, I’m on (Yeah, yeah)
I go where I want, I’m good (Good)
Play if you want, let’s do it (Ha)
I’m a young CEO, Suge (Yeah) (Yeah, yeah)
Kanye West – New Bødy Lyrics
[Intro]
Oh my God, Ronny!
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa
[Verse 1: Kanye West]
New ass, new tits, new bitch, who this?
Who else you know this bad, with two kids?
Nobody, ever, ever gave you shit
Nobody flew to Columbia like you did
Tryin’ the new ass out with the new drip
Only thing to ask, who first to hit?
‘Cause far as you concerned, you is a new bitch
Them all, fuck them all, them niggas, they too rich
Old dick don’t count, if these titties don’t bounce
Ex niggas say they hit, tryna run up your account
Big dump on it now… Summer they were down
But they better act like they know who the fuck you now
This a new bitch
Gotta party table at the Ruth Chris
All bad bitches take a group pick
Had to step back ’cause she too thick
You used to twerk to every-every song
Saved up to buy an ass of your very-very own
FaceTime, body look like Dom Pérignon
Don’t pay me no attention, go on, carry on
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa
[Verse 2: Nicki Minaj]
You ain’t fuck me, you fucked the old body
You ain’t fuck Nicki, you fucked Nicole body
Ain’t no miles on this here new body
Off with they heads, these bitches is nobodies
Got-Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
Don’t let the woood, tryna stick me like a toothpick
Got me a new body, now I need some new dick
I bust shots, don’t duck, unless the shoe fit
Cookie game make me the G.O.A.T
Cookie game come with the throat
Puff puff pass, no you do not want the smoke
Bi-bi-bitches be sleepin’ on me, but be claimin’ they woke
Fuck up a check on my body
Then let him lick on my body, out in Abu Dhabi
You see me shinin’, you pissed
I-I-I think my haters just really be wantin’ a kiss
They know I’ll body you, sis (body, body)
Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”
(Old nigga hit me and I say, “new body, who this?”)
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, whoa
[Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign]
New body, you been workin’ hard
I’ve been on your IG page, lurkin’ hard
New boobie job, now they perfect
Six weeks off, it was worth it
Baby got that nip tuck, let me titty fuck
Hit her from the back, get my dick sucked
Put me on the scoreboard, make a new one
He said he hit before, not since you got your boobs done
You working on your abs, huh, you got your ass done
You better show it off, you better work it
Why they body shamin’, baby? I commend it
Doctor Ghavami, I recommend it
[Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign & Kanye West]
Can’t wait to see your new body
Don’t be actin’ like you don’t know nobody
No body count on your new body
I’ll be the first one to hit your new body
Oh, woah
Lil Nas X – Kick It Lyrics
[Intro]
Bizness Boi
[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good
[Verse 1]
Now you all over the place
Sexy, yeah, I see your face
You just the nigga these days
My brother showed me your wave
Seen you on the TV, heard that Billboard took your chartin’ place
Heard your snippets on IG, man, tell me what’s the droppin’ dates
My big sister love you nigga, you the G.O.A.T., my uncle say
New pack just came in, my nigga, this that cookie funnel cake
[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good
[Instrumental Bridge]
[Verse 2]
Oh, you just that nigga, now, can’t pick up, cool, then let me know
You ain’t got no talent, nigga, more up in my pinky toe
I just thought that we could kick it, why not let me know?
You’ll fall off, I’ll give it, oh
Two months, give or take a whole
[Chorus]
Run to, to me, for three
See, if you need weed, get it from me
It’s good
See if you want it, Nas, I got it, nigga, we should go and kick it
See you on the move, but we was cool, now don’t forget it
Oh come, get weed from me
It’s good
YG – Stop Snitchin (Remix) Lyrics
[Intro: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
[Verse 1: YG]
I can smell a bitch nigga a mile away
Type of nigga so bitch, he should put “bitch-made” on his license plate (Bitch)
From that real shit, you bitch niggas play hide and seek (Bitch ass niggas)
Me and bitch niggas, we don’t conversate
Bitch niggas love saying real niggas tryna hate (Bitch ass nigga)
But nah, nigga, I’m a real nigga, I had to bag up weight
You got fear in your heart so you cooperate (Bitch)
I can’t stand how bitch niggas operate
You’s a bitch (Bitch), your mama know you a bitch (Bitch)
Your girl even know you a bitch (Bitch)
I don’t know how she suck your dick, pause
You got caught with some shit (Shit)
With your best friend and your clique (Clique)
Y’all got caught hittin’ a lick (Hit)
Everybody went down ’cause you snitched (Aw)
Whoever raised you ain’t do a good job at that (That)
Whoever raised you need to get slapped
Karma is a bitch and she gon’ get you, nigga, just like that
‘Cause once a bitch, nigga, always a bitch, facts
[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
[Verse 2: DaBaby]
Want me to rap, you gotta book a nigga (Uh-huh)
I fucked his bitch, I took that pussy from a pussy nigga (Yeah)
I’m bringin’ real niggas back, they overlooked a nigga (Uh-huh)
You like to show these niggas guns, I beat him, took your pistol (Hah)
I fuck her all off in the kitchen and I’m cookin’ with her
She made me bacon with the eggs, thought she was cookin’ dinner (Mmh)
Two hours later, you on IG takin’ pictures with her (Yeah)
Soon as I woke up, gave me head, that’s breakfast in bed (Yeah)
Told on your nigga, he went fed, they found out you scared (Hah)
You play with me, you gotta go, I ain’t gotta say it (Nope)
I pull it out, bitch, I’ma blow, so watch how you play it, you lil’…
[Chorus: YG]
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga (Uh-oh)
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
Bitch nigga, snitch nigga, ho nigga, bitch nigga
GoldLink – Zulu Screams Lyrics
[Intro]
[Verse 1: GoldLink]
Hey, feelin’ like a brand new me
And the entourage where the latest be
And the sun don’t shine where the gangstas be
And we Russian roulette to a game of three
Pop one, pop two, pop three, pop four
And the sun don’t shine ’round the year no more
And the girls say yeah, ain’t no ‘no’ no more
And we richer than the rich, we ain’t poor no more
[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy
[Verse 2: GoldLink]
Yeah, hurt me, baby, put it on me like blam
One leg up, made that booty go wham
Smoke so much you done lost a pound
But I ain’t even trippin’, ass still hittin’
Body on go, IG, go
Snatch their wig, possess their soul
A man on road, squad on go
Your neck on green, my neck on froze
[Pre-Chorus: GoldLink]
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
I ain’t been back in a minute, that’s crazy
I ain’t seen you ’round, don’t call, don’t page me
Pull up on your block, don’t you ever try to fade me
Calm down, all good, baby, it’s gravy
[Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, na, na-na
Keep it on the low, na, na-na
If you know, then you know, na, na-na
‘Cause you can’t catch me no more on the cellular, ayy
No more on the cellular, ayy
[Post-Chorus: Maleek Berry]
Oh, say yeah-yeah, say yeah-yeah
Oh, we gon’ be lowkey, say yeah-yeah
Oh, if you love me, say yeah-yeah
Oh, lowkey, yeah-yeah
[Bridge: Bibi Bourelly]
[?]
[Outro: Maleek Berry & Bibi Bourelly]
Oh, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah (Yeah)
Oh, oh, yeah, yeah
Uh, yeah-yeah, yeah
Logic – Don’t Be Afraid to Be Different Lyrics
[Intro: Logic]
Yeah-yeah, yeah
Yeah-yeah
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
[Verse 1: Will Smith]
West Philadelphia born and raised
On the playground is where I… **** all that
Came in the game on my neon fresh
Won the first rap Grammy so I guess I’m blessed
Come off tours, walk on sets
Everybody followin’ the trends I set
60 million sold, doin’ it different
And my IG poppin’ from doing it different
Bad vibrations, I stay distant
RattPack, MSFTS, doin’ it different
Fortnite doin’ the Carlton dance
Come on, it’s just different, man
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
[Verse 2: Logic]
Used to be that motherfucker in the background
Yeah, but now I’m in the forefront
‘Cause I keep it more blunt, goddamn
Pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than—
Pump up, pump up the jam, pump up the volume
I’m not Rakim, but I’m doper than Valium
Back in high school I was not the man
Now wherever I go they know who I am
From Maryland to Beijing I’m raging
Paging the doctor on call, the illest of them all
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
[Verse 3: Logic]
This is for the people goin’ hard in the gym
This is for the people goin’ hard on the dance floor
Pump up the heart rate and dance more
Pump up the, pump up the motherfuckin’ jam
Rhymin’ like Dr. Seuss, bitch I’m Sam I Am
I don’t give a damn ’bout lyrics
You should feel the spirit when you hear it
No fuckboys, a legend can’t get near it
Sucka em—sucka emcees they, sucka emcees, they fear it
[Chorus: Logic]
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Don’t be afraid to be different
Don’t be afraid to be different, y’all
Lupe Fiasco – Stack That Cheese Lyrics
[Verse 1: Lupe Fiasco]
Uhh, pen to the pad, metaphors on fleek
Took the words that I heard and I put em’ to the beat
Press up my tape then I put it in the street
Upload my thousands without my link
I’ma be upcoming just to see what they think
I’ma shoot me a video and put it on the ‘tube
I’ma spam IG to get up my views
And DM my favorite artist, say, “I’m gonna be huge”
Book me a show that the blogs gonna cover
And they all gon’ love it
The crowd gon’ turn up, is anybody out there?
Turn up the mic, we can’t hear you out here
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
[Verse 2: Lupe Fiasco]
Tryna get the tour bus with the studio
It ain’t no buts, just bootyholes (uh)
Can’t be out here looking like dookie
When you’re tryna start a movement and come up on a movie role
Everything’s polished
I ain’t go to college, I was at the conference
Chopping with the DJs, tryna give my single on replay
And shit up on the game like colonics (colonics)
Hold the phone, take a flick with a fan for me (click)
Hit the strips with a brick of the dance money (strip)
I’m tired, let’s switch with the van for me
When I make it by, you’ll print the advance money
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
[Verse 3: Lupe Fiasco]
Hold up, light man, turn the lights on
Came a long way from when I was holding the mic wrong
Something for the hood and a whole lot of white songs
Like I evolved to a whole ‘nother life form
I’m just tryna make it happen, don’t attack that please
Can’t find a job, you can rap at least
Cause that’s what I did, I was at that leg
Right out of high school, tryna stack that cheese
You was tryna do what? Tryna stack that cheese
You wanna flip burgers, wanna stack that cheese
Make American singles, wanna stack that cheese
Make everybody smile, tryna stack that cheese
Tryna do it for a while, tryna stack that cheese
Talking frequent flyer miles how I stack that cheese
Tryna bundle up the money, tryna stack that cheese
Aye Stack, can we stack that please?
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
[Chorus: Nikki Jean & Lupe Fiasco]
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? Rescue all your babies
Who, who, who (ay)
Hip-Hop, won’t you save me? I am just a baby
[Bridge: Lupe Fiasco & Nikki Jean]
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Not gonna go crazy when I blow up
Bet they gonna go crazy when I show up
Won’t listen to the haters cause I know what
Said I’m gonna be a rapper when I grow up
Said I’m gonna be slow if I pour up
But I’m gonna be poor if I slow up
So I gotta keep it going, ain’t no slow motion in here
Tyga – Freestyle w/ The L.A. Leakers – Freestyle #051
[Verse]
Pay me on the first, niggas know I broke the curse
How it feel when the Rolls is reversed? Nigga got it out the dirt
Bad bitches ’round, I’ma flirt and I’m goin’ for my eighth like Cur
Do you concur? Catch me if you can lil purp
I go Kyrie Curry on the verse, ball like a Nerf
Meet me on the turf, I don’t mean for real, group of these niggas nerd
Full of that sizzurp, you will get serve
My niggas make you hide your face like H.E.R
And I like her, titties are first
Big green Phantom got ’em hooked, Lary Bird
Give ’em the bird, fuck what you heard, I’m the best rapper-er
Niggas call me tiger, that’s whiter than a ice berg
I’m nicer than your favorite rapper on perks
I might curve if she don’t got good slurp
Be nicer, put you on a RIP shirt
Yes-er, ridin’ in a two-seat seater
I love ho but I still gotta bang, eat her
Believe it or not, came back from the sunken, now I’m cream of the crop
I need cash on spot, I don’t want the deposit
I got DMs from every IG thot
But I’m locked in, studio 24-7
I just popped in, fuckin’ with the niggas, when I leave, its gon’ rekill
I’ma wait at your house, my girl’s top tier
If we talkin’ overall, I’m top ten
Flows, car, bitches, ice
King in Dubai like fuck the price
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “fuck my life”
Lookin’ at yours, I’m like “you’re right”
I might go psych, go might (might, might might)
It’s redrum, I’m psych (psych, psych, psych)
Bitch, I’m always right
Everybody wanna be like Mike
Big bank take lil’ bank
Ayy, fuck around, I need another bank
Ayy, thirteen hundred stars in the Wraith
Woo, and I’m on that forty-two man
Yeah, big bank take lil’ bank
Uh, this my shit when I’m in the Wraith
And my Maybach up to date
Russ – Don’t Fall For It Lyrics
[Intro]
Yeah
They prolly gonna call this hate
But people hate the truth
Fuck it
[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 1]
Promotin’ lean but they save it for the you type artist (ha)
“Do what a I say, not as I do” type artist
Y’all are locus, poisonin’ the youth for clicks
What’s your addiction got to do with always postin’ it?
Smilin’, playin’ games, makin’ skits, makin’ jokes wit it
But you can’t say you opposed to it if you constantly promotin’ it
Y’all just the grams’ drug abusers and how-to’s, y’all condonin’ it
How you gonna say you car about the youth, but you constantly corrodin’ it?
Now I won’t say that you’re facadin’ the pain
But you definitely postin’ drugs as a marketing game
You targeting fame, you can fool the youth, not me
You raisin’ the next generation of addicts on IG
I promise you, that’s not the very promisin’ you
You hate the truth, that’s why the truth is botherin’ you
I know, your drugs get more like than your music does
Thats why you post more drugs than your own music, huh?
[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 2]
Lotta rappers tellin’ on themselves for likes, it’s a gimmick
You don’t use guns, it just helps sell the image
If you really pullin’ triggers, you don’t post guns
‘Cause you know they’ll use that image to take your from home, umm
You got a image to uphold, I get it, you and yo face tats
You the tough guy that always stay strapped
Yeah, I see you do it
You post gats in texts
Without a lot of your songs, it would lack context
Makin’ some pots, braggin’ ’bout some modified shit
In the hopes that it’ll provoke some more Spotify hits
From the impressionable youth, that is followin’ you
‘Cause you ain’t scarin’ no one grown, and no one true
This ain’t news to anybody in the know, uh
But there is rules, you all is fuckin’ up the code, uh
The only thing y’all would ever shoot is the messenger
A lot of kid’s favorite rapper is a wrestler
[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it (yeah, yeah)
[Verse 3]
Lotta rapers are broke, flyin’ coach and be postin’
Fake chains from jewelers who just want their promotion
Always showin’ twenties with fives and ones
You got a hundred on each side to disguise the funds
Flip through it, charge the denomination
You should call the IRS and get some payment confirmations
I know your deals ’cause these lawyers talk
You ain’t a boss, you got a boss, let your employer talk
Y’all in royalty splits, ’cause you signed to a guy that just did a JB
Now you signed to a guy, that’s signed to a company, and they got gluttony
They ‘gon eat and give you what’s left, I feel the oven heat
From here, too many cooks in the kitchen, look around
You don’t own shit from you masses and your account
Plus y’all don’t tour, no tune core, your buzz plummitin’
No indie catalog, you gave away your publishin’
[Chorus]
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ drugs all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ guns all the time
Don’t fall for it
Postin’ money all the time
Don’t fall for it
Don’t fall for it
MoneyBagg Yo – Break Da Internet
[Intro]
I walk and talk like a check my nigga, like
Don’t slip on the drip
Error, error, she might fuck around and crash, hahaha
[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet
[Verse 1]
Ayy my bitch look like a Kardash’
She trippin’, all in the car mad (why?)
Keep bringin’ up hoes from the past
I told her shut up and bought her a bag (lil bitch)
Then I proceed to get to the cheese
My pockets on full but my tank on E
I walk around with all this goddamn money
I don’t need no teller, got the bank on me (hey)
They like how I’m dressin’ (I’m dressin’, I’m stylin’)
Racks bleu cheese (racks blue, ooh)
Water, water on me (swim and splash)
These blue seas (ocean)
Yellow my diamonds, they butter (ugh)
I’m in the coupe with the cutter
Nut on her face, I’ma slut her (ugh)
Then celebrate to her brother (hah)
I got my name out the concrete (concrete)
You in the back like the carseat (pussy)
Paint you a picture, artist
Might show my bitch on my IG (hey)
She topped me out of a knapsack (hey)
These bitches poison, anthrax (hey)
I want that cap like a snapback (ugh)
Let me record it on Snapchat (snap)
[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet
[Verse 2]
I might just make her my missus (wifey)
Get her some ass and some titties (surgery)
Then I’ma Rollie her wrists (bust down)
I’ll have her shit on these bitches (ugh)
She want the dick from the front (front)
She gon’ make your boy give her the junk
He can’t make a hit like a blunt (so what?)
So he tryin’ publicity stunt
I know that you notice me (notice me)
These bitches all over me like I was Jodeci (singer)
Got the stick in the coat with me (coat with me)
It ain’t no foldin’ me, it ain’t no ho in me
I’ma break the social sites, ridin’ in a creature, parasite
Look how my teeth flare at night
Ruger, NuNu, scary sight (bop bop)
[Chorus]
If they found out who I’m fuckin’ I’ma break the internet (hey)
She shake ass on the gram, time to break the internet
He want attention, chasing clout, tryna break the internet (pussy)
If I upload my account, I’ma break the internet (crash)
If I post a million cash I’ma break the internet
They like damn look at Bagg, he just broke the internet
When she walk she know she bad, she gon’ break the internet
Skrrt skrrt skrrt, that whip fast, bet it break the internet
Young Dolph – Playa Lyrics
[Intro]
Ayy, ayy
Ayyyy
Buddah blessed this beat
[Verse 1]
What up?
All of these diamonds on me, they say I ain’t playin’ fair (damn)
Pull up at the mansion, I got cameras everywhere (uh)
Dobermans in the backyard like the president (uh)
Fifty bitches on my dick, call me Dolph the pimp (hey)
Don’t give a fuck, ain’t a rich nigga, you a shrimp (lil boy)
Court side with my lil son watchin’ LeBron and them, hah
P’s of cannabis, my nigga I sold tons of them, hah
Drop a bag on his head, each and every one of them, hah
And these bitches (what?), nah, we don’t love none of them (nah)
The police get behind this Rari, I’ma run from them (skrrt)
You know that they smokin’ weed and they got guns in there (yeah yeah)
Got a bad bitch waitin’ on me with no underwear (yeah yeah)
Black skirt, not a lick of panties under there (uh-huh)
Gangster from the start, my heart ain’t got no love in there (uh-huh)
They always on my IG just to see what I wear
Got somebody’s bitch bent over, from the back and pullin’ hair (huh)
Fuck it, I don’t care (fuck it)
Count better than I spell (fuck it)
It smoke how it smell (fuck it)
Fuck ’em, send some shells (fuck ’em)
I just bought a P to smoke and I ain’t got shit for sale (nah)
I know you can tell (what?), I’m a fuckin’ player (player)
[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player
[Verse 2]
Look how that shit hit (shine), Michael Jackson dancin’ (dance)
White bitch told me she wanna go fuck to Marilyn Manson (hol’ up)
My hood bitch said she wanna fuck me good then make a sandwich (okay)
I turned it to a traphouse but at first it was abandoned (trap)
The game been good to me (yeah)
A quarter milly every week (yeah)
I dream about cake when I sleep (yeah)
I wake up like it’s time to eat, hey
Fuck you, pay me (give me that)
Secure the bag daily (whoa whoa)
I’m thinkin’ new Mercedes
Your main bitch my baby (hah)
I fucked your favorite public figure but she say we dated (uh-uh)
My lil nigga can’t stay out of jail, he keep catchin’ cases (damn)
Two of my dogs, they fell out ’bout money and I swear I hate it (shit man)
I put extra ice on my wrist because it keep on achin’ (woo)
I put her legs behind her and now she keep on shakin’ (woo)
Bitch I went from a Cutlass (Cutlass), to a double R (R)
Light up my blunt then push a button, that motherfucker start (yeah)
Trap nigga living large (yeah)
I put that on God (ayy)
[Chorus]
Player (player), player (player), player (player), player (player)
Motherfuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), I’m a fuckin’ player
Player player (player), player (player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player)
I’m a fuckin’ player (motherfuckin’ player), motherfuckin’ player
Wale – All Star Break Up Lyrics
Wale – All Star Break Up Lyrics
[Verse 1]
If my pride was aside, I probably would text you first
But, If you could die from a broken heart you would drive a hearse
Cause, every guy that has ever found you attractive and acted on it
Back pedals much after, that’s when you’ve shown your worth
And I heard you love NBA niggas and
Now, you could track how much them niggas make and make rounds
At the All-Star break of day or so by valentine’s
So my advice if shorty doesn’t know the game she gaming y’all
And this valentine’s, dollar signs have you satisfied
The Gold’s Peak add a rollie and fashion nova ad
And that don’t mean to talk to you like a ho cause nah
We both do what we want but if I want you
I must want you bad, right
Also Read: Bumzu – Once Lyrics ft. Raina
[Pre-Hook]
Just saying, right
Your friends all getting married but yeah right
It’s scary, right
That’s real life
You might just catch you a spirit, you praying right
[Hook]
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in Valentine’s
I don’t believe in
[Verse 2]
Look
Pardon this pessimistic
Message I’m representing
Yes yes, i know this bitch
I mean woman, I was getting reckless
But hol up lemme get one second
I spent so much in Fendi
She know I’m cool with Robyn
She bother me for the Fenty yeah
I’m trying to block the part of my heart that thrives on your affection
You tried the love it’s not enough, it’s cars, it’s money, attention
But, I’m way too flawed to judge you
And I do my part to push you
Father and father from me from my broads and all my problems
She say look ‘le I’m sorry, my plane leaves in the morning
I’m trying to hit some parties, hit Staples for the performances
Maybe I’ll see you Monday, thanks for this box of chocolates and
Roses you hold before me but court seats could get me 40
Thousand likes on my IG, someone I like just invited me
Plus I’m not even wifey, plus you 5’9 he’s a giant no
Baby mama, I might could just make a blog and get popular
Let’s hold a 40 before us but fame and fortune excites me
My valentine
Also Read: Wale – Soke Freestyle Lyrics ft Burna Boy
[Outro]
I don’t believe in valentines
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines (I heard you love NBA niggas and now)
I don’t believe in valentines
You ever lost your main jawn to a point guard or a small forward
I don’t believe in
I find it funny Cupid’s busiest days, four days before the All-Star
It was fun while it lasted
I don’t believe in
Also Read: NanaBcool – Love U Lyrics
Lil Reese & Tee Grizzley – Ready 4 Real
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens
[Verse 1: Lil Reese]
Off the lean and the drink that’s a pour-up (pour up)
.40 on a nigga when we roll up (roll up)
Can’t control us (nah)
Smokin’ on the opp when we roll up (roll up)
Shit got tough I ain’t fold up (fold up)
Stackin’ all this money from the floor up (floor up)
Still in the hood and I blew up (blew up)
300 with me and I roll up (roll up)
Me and Tee Grizzley won’t slow up (nah)
Too much money can’t control us (nah)
Too many young niggas rollin’ (rollin’)
All of these young niggas blowin’ (blowin’)
All of these hoes be goin’ (goin’)
All my guns they blowin’ (blowin’)
I remember I ain’t had none (none)
Young nigga I ain’t had none (none)
Tryna turn none into some (some)
Me know I’ma make some (make some)
Me know I’ma take some (take some)
Me know I’ma shake some (shake some)
Get caught don’t say none (none)
Most of them gon say some
Chill ‘fore lil bro fade some
I caught the chills when he shot the mac
Shit gon happen then it’s that (then it’s that)
Knew I’m gon ride for my set (you know it)
Smokin’ on loud that’s a fact (dope)
[Verse 2: Tee Grizzley]
Niggas only thugs on the net (on the what)
Before I got verified, I had a check
A-R pistol make a mess of your flesh
2,000 pills, turn around with them racks (them racks)
I’m strapped, he strapped too (strapped too)
Blow strapped, Reese strapped too (glizzy’s)
Manny strapped cause niggas fu (boy)
Don’t let IG get you blew (bitch)
Watch me go in for the kill (for the kill)
Go anywhere cause I’m trill (I’m trill)
Ice hit in the dark cause it’s real (it’s ice)
Watch who you shoot they’ll tell (what)
Don’t give a fuck about 12 (naw)
Got niggas locked up in cells (free the real)
So don’t think that you safe in jail
Don’t say free bruh if you ain’t send no mail (bitch)
[Chorus: Tee Grizzley]
Bro in the back and he loading the steel
He keep repeating “I’m ready fa’real”
I catch the chills, when he shoot the mac
Cause I know that he tryna kill
You niggas playin’, ain’t ready to die
Chill, before you get ate like a meal (like a meal)
Pause, before you get shot like a film (like a film)
Ten’ll, have niggas jump on yo lid (jump on his lid)
Don’t go for the injury, go for the kill
Mission failed if niggas live (retry)
Niggas play roles, when I up the steel, they be like “Tee, I got kids”
Two FNN’s, I ain’t talkin’ bitches, when I say I’m ridin’ with the twins
Scope on the choppa, I ain’t talkin’ cameras, when I say I’m ridin’ with the lens
MoneyBagg Yo – Ocean Spray
[Verse 1]
The coup came with a masseuse (Why you say that?)
That mean a masseuse massage me (yeah)
The bitch on IG with you (where she at now?)
With me now [?]
In the club i’m scraping the booth (VIP)
My glock on defense, it guard me
Pass the sprite imma pour me a deuce (activate)
25 for a pint, what they charge me
Speaking in the streets man I’m deep in (deep in)
I told my bitch she can’t be friends
That pussy a house go to sleep in
Dripping that sauce like i’m leaking
When she want it she demand it
She a lil savage like Randy (Randy)
You might get shot if I panic
I do my trick then I vanish (gone)
All of that 12 talking, it don’t move me
I’m over my head, my dawg, my Scooby
She text me here big head like i’m Stewie
I told her go fuck me good for some Louis
He got in that water Titanic (What happened?)
Left his ass slumped like [?]
I come and Debo some shit like i’m shook
You say you riding, that’s understood
I left some real niggas in the hood
I bring a mob with me if I could
How did this ever come to child support
What makes you think I don’t fuck with my lil boy
I can’t believe it like Ripleys
I’m getting molested by triplets
If you ain’t straight, keep your distance
Can’t stand the rain like Missy (Elliot)
[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now
[Verse 2]
I’m the one who keep the skreet button
Cheat code I got the easy button
These niggas left when they thought I was struggling
These bitches love me cuz they know I’m thugging (for sure)
She said she cry every night by my [?]
Tell her thank you I don’t appreciate it
I just want to burn your head, yeah and cremate you baby
I don’t want your relay
[?] told me they was plotting on me
Want to see me fall like the new year ball
Got to move like the president
And then second thought, I won’t move at all (What you doing?)
I’m smoking backwoods
Counting off backends so far I counted off 120
You talking all this shit, you ain’t about nun of this
I want all smoke 420
Ain’t no more [?] on my wave
I got the juice Ocean Spray
I put the dick in her face
I cannot save her like Mase
The bag getting bigger and bigger
No more time for these bitch ass niggas
Broke ass rappers and fake ass killers
No more sleeping on me, give me that pillow
[Hook]
I’m juiced up (juiced up what’s that?)
Ocean Spray (Ocean Spray)
I poured up
Might drink some more today
I’m hiding now, might float away if I was outside now
We live now
Sitting courtside with my sideline now (side bitch winning)
Them hitters might pull up and wet you up
Pluggg (what’s that?)
Ocean Spray
Don’t give a fuck where you catch em at
He got to go today (he got to go today)
Let’s ride now
Let’s load shit up and let’s slide now
Can’t hide now
About to pull up bussing that five now
Tamar Braxton Deletes Instagram Denies Being Back With Vincent Herbert
Tamar Braxton went lights out on Instagram after denying that she is back with her estrange husband Vincent Herbert.
The R&B singer was spotted on Tuesday arriving at the LAX with Herbert and their son and that triggered rumors that they are back together. Tamar quickly took to her Instagram to shot down the reports that she is back with her ex after getting him arrested on Christmas Day. She claim that the arrest was caused by a heated argument due to jealousy and intoxication. Fast forward to the second day in the new year and they were spotted traveling together like most civilize family do.
“NOPE! Sorry! Not together but since the craziness the other day, we DID agree to create a better environment for son!!” she wrote on IG. “P.s. we also agreed not to speak on this anymore in public after this! My son can read and he’s not dumb #2018goals #praymystrengthinthelord.”
After writing that on Instagram she then deleted her account. If you go on her profile on IG this is the page you will come across “user not found.” Perhaps a social media break is the best thing for her right now because you just can’t stop the media from writing about your personal life as a celebrity.
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Future – Hate In Your Soul
[Intro]
Tried to tell them niggas think outside the box
If young Metro don’t trust you, I’m gon’ shoot you
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
[Verse 1]
One for the money, yes Sir, two for the show
A couple years ago, selling blow in Mexico
Was a starter, something good
Now I pull up in the ‘Rari, I’m in my hood
Yeah, just rolling that dank up
Niggas ain’t never wanted no war with us
Niggas ain’t never did fly with us
Bitch my clique notorious
Bet you can’t come close to this
I sit in the back of the whip like this
Got a bankroll like I’m still serving that fish scale
I did a girl in private, she don’t wanna hide it
Before you tell your mamma, you need to run it by me
I’m takin’ this personal nigga like Monica
I do what I want, I go fuck up some commas
I keep a strap on me Osama, you know I came and conquered
I put the hustle in front of me, you know a nigga a monster
You know a nigga piranha, you know I hop out at any time
And I’m in Chanel and Prada
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
[Verse 2]
You in them cuts ’cause that’s your hiding ritual
You at your grandma house, you posted up
You put that chopper on IG
You ready to let it go to make ’em how to believe it
You hit your block an’ get in it
You hit that block an’ get in it
You used to glorify this life, nigga
Yeah, them niggas took your life, nigga
You see how niggas think about you?
Now, you layin’ on the pavement
Nigga, bleedin’ from your backside
‘Boutta take a long vacation
Pour out Hennessey for you
Pour some Hennessey for you
I know that’s your favourite drink, nigga
(I know that’s your favourite drink)
[Chorus]
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in the wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You got that hate inside your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Got too many racks on me, can’t fit in my wallet
Got too much style on me, can’t fuck with no stylist
You got that hate all in your soul, can’t do nothing about it
You don’ sold your soul, you can’t do nothing about it
Cardi B and Offset May Have Broken Up Again After Hackers Leaked Video Of Him Cheating
Cardi B and Offset may have broken up again after hackers leaked videos of the Migos rapper cheating.
Back in October, Cardi B dumped Offset after rumors started circulating that he had cheated on her. There were also some chatters that she may have broken up with him to rekindle her relationship with her ex-boyfriend. Turns out that was not the case after the pair quickly patched things up and within a few more days they got engaged. Now there might be more trouble in paradise.
Sources told Dancehall HipHop that hackers got into Offset’s iCloud account and uncovered a bunch of photos and videos including nude photos of Cardi B. We’re told that the hackers have been sending content to the “Bodak Yellow” rapper including a video of her fiance and another woman inside a hotel. The video appears to be recorded from back in September around the time that the Migos rapper allegedly cheated on her. Over the weekend, Cardi B posted some cryptic messages on Twitter and Instagram telling her fans that she is emotionally and thanking them for their support.
“I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad. Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD,” she tweeted. Right after she posted that message she started following her ex-boyfriend Tommy on IG.
I’m emotional today guys ..It’s a weird feeling of happy and sad but I’m not sad .Im just real grateful that you guys been supporting my new record .Its a good feeling after people constantly discourage you .You guys giving me strength like VitaminD
— iamcardib (@iamcardib) December 23, 2017
Judging from what she has been saying, Offset might be in for a very cold Christmas in the doghouse. “A lot of good things been happening to me ya’ll, it has been so good like you know my career, I got a good azz family, and I am so thankful,” she said in a video before she started tearing up.
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Vybz Kartel Trolls Alkaline For Dissing Tony Matterhorn
Vybz Kartel is trolling Alkaline on Instagram for dissing Tony Matterhorn last weekend.
In case you have been living in a cake for the past few days, Alkaline stepped to Tony Matterhorn on stage last Friday night during his birthday party at Club Euro in Fort Lauderdale, Florida. The veteran sound system selector was the main disc jockey at the birthday bash which saw thousands of Vendetta fans turned out for the event. Matterhorn was playing mostly Alkaline and his allies music all night, but then music start coming from Tommy Lee Sparta, Popcaan, and then a Vybz Kartel song was the straw that broke the camel’s back.
The “Champion Boy” deejay was furious and made his way onto the stage with his goons to confront TM and told him to his face that he is a pu**y for pulling off the stunt. Vybz Kartel seems to be having a field day with the development and has since sound off on Instagram about it. “WHAT’S A PARTY WITHOUT VYBZKARTEL MUSIC?? DWBCL,” Kartel wrote in his IG bio before adding, “How does it feel being labelled a photo copy artiste? Guess i’ll never know, dwfl.”
RELATED: Tony Matterhorn Explains Why He Didn’t Retaliate Against Alkaline After Getting Diss
Last year, Alkaline received some backlash from some dancehall fans for allegedly copying Vybz Kartel image and style. The Vendetta deejay never responded to those accusations, but Kartel and his fans are not letting up on the claims. “So boring at the top yawn,” Kartel added on IG.
XXXTentacion Could Spend Christmas In Jail, Case Takes A Turn For The Worse
XXXTentacion is in a serious legal bind and could spend Christmas and New Year’s in jail.
The South Florida rapper posted an image of his court document on Instagram while issuing an apology to anyone who he may have let down if he gets locked up at his next court hearing on December 15th. XXXTentacion is set to stand trial for domestic battery by strangulation, witness-tampering, false imprisonment, and aggravated battery of a pregnant woman. These are all serious charges against the rapper and could put him in the slammer for years if found guilty.
“Court date is on the 15th 9:00 am here is my court information, if I am taken into custody, I want to tell everyone I’ve let down I apologize, I tried my best, I really did,” X wrote on IG. Earlier this month, the “Look At Me” rapper’s legal team filed an affidavit claiming that the victim in the case no longer wishes to pursue the case against him but the prosecution objected and argued that the affidavit might not even be legitimate.
XXXTentacion has been having a rocky year despite tasting mainstream success with his rap career and even landing a lucrative record deal with Capitol Records worth a reported $6 million. During the summer he got into a beef with another rapper whose crew knocked him out on stage at one of his tour stops in California. Last month, he again got into an altercation with some guys link to rap group Migos. Despite getting a beat down, he was defiant on social media about getting back at the Atlanta trio.
XXXTentacion released his new EP, A Ghetto Christmas Carol, ahead of his upcoming court date. The project features five new singles including a song he produced himself “Up Like an Insomniac” where he fired off a freestyle.
Problem – Ain’t Like You (feat. Ne-Yo & Terrace Martin)
[Verse 1: Ne-Yo]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
I’ve been in a film or two
But it’s you that’s acting Hollywood lately
I’ve been watching from a distance
Yeah, you poppin’ in your snaps and on IG
See you livin’ life but girl it’s been a minute
Since you checked up on me
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gone
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
[Verse 2: Problem]
Something like a stranger
Long time, no see
It’s been hard to find you lately
Like we playing hide and go seek
I can read the signs, baby
I think you found another me
But that could never be, baby
But it seemin’ like you don’t agree (damn)
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
[Verse 3: Terrace Martin]
Playing games is not the things I do (no, no, no)
It could be just me and you (yes, yes, yes, yea yea)
Notice how you treat me
Disrespect is what you do to me
Tables always turn
But for now I’m learning
[Chorus: Ne-Yo]
Oh, oh, oh
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to not hit my phone
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
It ain’t like you to up and get gon’
It ain’t like you to not pick up when I call you
It ain’t like you to just not be home
It ain’t like you to be so cold on a nigga
Tell me why you gotta be so, be so cold
Wale – Good To Great (feat. Phil Ade)
[Intro: Wale]
I got every right to feel myself, right, baby?
True story, right?
I told her I’d pick her up, she said, “Cool”
She said, “What time,” I said, “2”
Then she asked me what time she’d be back
I said, “2:30”
She said, “Pssh, like that?”
I said, “Pssh, I’ve been like that”
That’s a whole tomorrow, plus I threw in thirty
So grab your Louis ‘cause time’s burning
[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day
[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good
[Verse 1: Wale]
Show some support, yeah
A real one across the board, yeah
Chill, shawty, I know you annoyed, look
They comic books to you, I’m Rob Report
Mi amor, I’m popular
I’m not a heartthrob, but the broads in love, yeah
At the club, the bosanova
Them Barry’s a moment
Won’t embarrass you, baby girl
But them broads with us
Telly is goin’ spill
I hit it to Lauryn Hill
I really fix up your swag
I get all your old bags and give it to Goodwill, woo!
[Bridge: Phil Ade]
She don’t think, just go with it
A little drink, little smoke with it
Do anything for a dollar though
If she want it, then she gon’ get it
Have another, girl, it’s on me
Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
In the club all night long
This how it goes when the lights off
[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day
[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good
[Verse 2: Wale]
Show me your worth, mmm
Double Cs you put in your purse, cute
Hermes might get you the Birkin
I give you the world if you intelligent first
Get your confidence and your relevance up, mmm
Tell younger women it’s better to love, mmm
I’m trine keep all our chemistry good
We mentally good
If it’s negative energy I’m gonna give you the deuce
You really a real one
So I’m givin’ you real love
And I tell you look good
You lookin’ at IG, you tell me it ain’t enough
You lie
[Bridge: Phil Ade]
She don’t think, just go with it
A little drink, little smoke with it
Do anything for a dollar though
If she want it, then she gon’ get it
Have another, girl, it’s on me
Bet you’ll get drunk, then call me
In the club all night long
This how it goes when the lights off
[Pre-Chorus: Wale]
Ain’t tryna do much
But you know the bottles on us
The bottles ain’t much, you’re smiling too much
I’m tryna do somethin’, yeah
I’m probably too much
I party too much
In the parkin’ lot, the lobby to the plane
4 to 4:30, it’s over one day
[Chorus: Wale]
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can turn her good to great in one day
I can make her good the great in one day
I can make her good, good, good, good
Tommy Lee Sparta Reacts To Mavado Diss Track
Tommy Lee Sparta has reacted to Mavado‘s new diss track “Timer.”
The “Uncle Demon” is out to get blood and his sight is set on a confrontation with Mavado. The Gullyside singjay link up with DJ Frass for the gritty new diss track where he took some shots at Tommy Lee. “Them a scam badness them a joker / So fi them crime a fi solve I moca / When mi set the timer its a over / Family cry and them can’t get no closure,” Mavado sings.
Tommy Lee posted a video clip on IG asking his fans if he should respond. “Wa them a say angel in a demon fight, wrong time yo go buy down a market man… who fi dead mi fans who fi dead,” he said. His fans reacted telling him to drop something for Mavado. “Mavado kill him sparta for life,” one fan wrote. “Kill everything pon the gully side all the one name flex who a call up your name. Kill all the Vendetta fool and Jahmiel.”
Cardi B Flew To Jamaica To Shoot Video With Rvssian & Ozuma
Cardi B was in Jamaica this week to shoot a video with Rvssian and reggaeton artist Ozuma.
The “Bodak Yellow” rapper touched down in Jamrock on Wednesday via a private jet and we’re told that she was staying at the secluded GeeJam villa in Portland. Sources told us that the trio were shooting the video for the single “Sooner.” Cardi B announced via Instagram Live on Wednesday that she is on her way to Jamaica. “On my way to Jamaica!” she wrote sending her Jamaican fans into a frenzy.
On Friday, Rvssian posted a video clip on IG of himself and Cardi B hanging out on set the video shoot. “We in Jamaica,” Cardi B said. “We doing this video for sooner and its hotter than a motherf****.” In October, Rvssian posted a photo of himself, Card and Ozuma in the studio recording the new single.
“We shooting the video with Cardi B and Ozuna in Jamaica, so we bringing the culture to Jamaica,” the producer said. “And the song is a dancehall song. On the dancehall scene, I have two new juggling rhythms dropping in the next two weeks.”
Cardi B will be making a club appearance in New Orleans tonight.
#cardib and #rvssian in #Jamaica shooting a video
Bktherula – Uh Huh Lyrics
February 4, 2021
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[Intro]
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
Okay, okay
Yeah, yeah
[Chorus]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh (Okay, Okay)
f*ck that bitch and she say uh huh, uh huh, uh
In the back of that damn sprinter with that uh huh, uh huh, uh
Uh huh, uh huh, uh
[Verse]
On my jet because I'm rising slowly now
That bitch ain't no saint, so why she acting holy now?
Flexing with that gat, but if I ask can you show me now?
And yo' hoe gone as f*ck 'cause like a damn fan she blow me now
Yo' bitch say she love me, yeah bitch mkay
I step into her life and now that bitch (Mm) gay
She probably don't f*ck with you 'cause you still buy her MK
Hit the mystery box and guess the gat (Mm) ray
Making so much plays right now, a nigga feel like Duwap
Robbed the plug for that QP, go head just take yo' shoes off (Yeah)
Step up in that pent', that hoe already took her shoes off
Red beam at your f*cking nose, a nigga look like Rudolph
Green beam at your body, now that nigga look like Shego
Sucking on cucumber, so I know she got a deep throat
Subbing me on IG bitch, sub ‘bout this f*cking peephole
Sipping so much Wock', I pour this bitch in a Tampico
I don't trust these niggas, so bitch come alone
And I don't trust no nigga who can't been his own
Still don't need no motherf*cking king on my throne
FN to your body, now you motherf*ckin’ thrown
She asking for the blunt, she got me motherf*ckin’ thrown
And bitch I face the 'Woods until I’m motherf*ckin’ flown
Bryson Tiller say she love me bitch (Mm) don't
Saying you gonna shoot that in real life you won't
Beefing over IG, yeah they beefing over posts
Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (Okay, yeah)
(Yeah, yeah)
Out of all you niggas I think I like me the most (Gang)
[Chorus]
Uh huh, uh huh, uh (Okay, Okay)
f*ck that bitch and she say uh huh, uh huh, uh
In the back of that damn sprinter with that uh huh, uh huh, uh
(Yeah, yeah)
Uh huh, uh huh, uh
[Outro]
Yeah, yeah
Bryson TillerFNIGMK